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Dave East( David Brewster, Jr. )
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No Coachella for Me
No Coachella For Me, No Coachella For Me I'm stuck in the trap, No Coachella For Me I got work coming in, No Coachella For Me I can't leave the hood cuz my phone clickin' No Coachella For Me No Coachella For Me, No Coachella For Me My momma told me her rent is due, No Coachella For Me No Coachella For Me, No Coachella For Me Sellin' a key, No Coachella For Me
() No Coachella For Me, watch yo head in these streets I'm stuck in New York, tryna break down a key We can bottle a backet, all these models are smashin' Fill my pocket with maintenance, 100 choppas just to blast some Cuttin' dough to Coachella Came up on some coke, it's whateva Crimson me killin' that stage, if I was dope, I'd be 9 or betta 50 dreams in the jam sports, cuz I fuck with yo main thot Shaving and baggin', my hands salt Ova that _____(?) knock yo man off I'm just pimpin' and whippin' and whippin' And whippin' and whippin' and whippin' and whippin' In the kitchen, the studio back to the kitchen They look at me different If that money be missin', yo honey be missin' My stomach just itchin' Cuz I'm hungry, you bitchin' You run in yo house with no luggage, I'm trippin'
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(2) (Now you ain't got no Coachella…) She ask why we ain't go together That bitch was a hoe when I met her Love to make up over my polo sweater Pop the Fofo Beretta I'm like manolo, I might hit yo sister Bend that bitch ova, I will neva kiss her Strapped up fo' war, I'll go in on whoeva Bubble like crack, she got a bubble that's fat I be with gusties and traps Act like they hate me, but love me in fact I got hitters that don't give a fuck about rap Couldn't go to Coachella, I was out swiping in Soho with Heather I'd play the cars, she'd go in the store We got enough but we gon' get some more I had a bitch but don't wanna know more It's back to the kitchen, we come off on tour I could do Louies, do Ninas, do Bloomies And that's off a day in the trap I hate to do a 3 to 6 with this pistol But fuck it, it's right on my lap Maybe next year I could make it a promise I wanted to go, my neighbor's in love with this coke Woah!
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